Married To My Enemy

Chapter 6

I walked to the front of the gate to meet with Clara.

I wasn't sure what she was doing at the front of my house at such an ungodly hour, but I didn't mind.

I was more interested in what she had to tell me.

I opened the gate and walked outside. I saw Clara's car from where I stood.

Even in the darkness of the night, I could see how beautiful the car looked.

I walked towards the car slowly, trying not to raise any suspicions in case any of the neighbors were looking.

"Get in" Clara called out as soon as I got to the car.

I got in the car and she locked the whole door.

"For safety purposes" she said after reading my facial expression.

"Just so you know, I'm risking my life by reeling out these information to you" Clara said

"I expect that you tread cautiously and take actions appropriately," she added.

"Ofcourse " I replied.

"Good. That lady you saw is Peter's secretary. His newest mistress. She's beautiful as you've seen, but she's fierce. She marks her territory well, so you have to be careful " Clara said.

"She looked fierce" I thought as I played back the memory of her entrance with Peter.

"I don't care who he has affairs with. I just need to know who he is f*****g in my family " I said almost screaming.

Obviously, I was pissed. I hated Peter, and I didn't care who he slept with.

I just couldn't handle the fact that he was having an affair with someone in my family.

"Calm down," Clara said with eyes wide open.

"I'm sorry" I responded and looked away from Clara, trying to hide the tears that were already forming in my eyes.

" I don't think you're ready for this information, " Clara said, turning away from me.

"I am, I really am, please tell me" I said, holding onto her pants as tears flowed freely from my eyes.

"I can handle it, tell me " I added, wiping the tears from my face.

"Your mom," Clara said, immediately turning her gaze to the glass of the car.

I froze. I wasn't sure I heard her. But I didn't ask her to repeat what she said.

"Shayla and Missy too," she added.

This time, I couldn't hold in the tears, so I allowed it out.

Clara held me in her embrace, patting my back as she wiped my tears.

Now, I'm convinced that Peter was Satan himself. But what I couldn't understand, was why he needed to f**k my mom too.

For the rest of the night, I cried.

I could hear moans and sounds from the other room. Obviously, Peter was having a good time, but there I was, hurt, crying and in pain.

My urge for revenge was rising, but I had no plan still.

I couldn't sleep, but eventually, nature had it's way. I slept curled up at the top side of the bed.

I laid there like a child,scared of getting hurt by ghosts.

I didn't realize when it was morning until I felt a touch on my shoulder.

It was gentle, painless and following a rhythm.

I opened my eyes slightly to see Chris standing and staring at me closely.

I jerked and sat up immediately, holding on to the bed sheet to cover my half naked body.

"Good morning ma" Chris said, as he stared into my eyes.

I was mesmerized by the look in his eyes. I saw safety in his eyes.

"I want this safety" I thought to myself.

"Ma?" He called out again, bringing me out of the imagination that locked me in for minutes.

"You know you can call me Lila right?" I asked, ignoring his greetings.

"I'm sorry ma, but I can't do that" he responded curtly.

I couldn't help but admire the calmness with which he spoke.

Slowly, I got out of bed,letting go of the bed sheet; exposing my cleavages, belly button and thighs.

I advanced towards the door hastily, locking it from inside.

I threw the key under the bed, to make sure none of us assesses it quickly.

Chris watched me, without saying a word.

I walked towards him now, making my intentions known as I began pulling off my bra, and next my pant.

Chris kept watching, but said nothing.

"I've seen you stare at me several times in the car" I said, hoping he'd respond. But he kept mute.

"Do you want me or not?" I asked, waiting for him to say something.

He turned his back to me ,not wanting to stare at me .

"You're my boss's wife, I can't do this" he said finally.

Neglecting what he said, I walked towards him and threw my arms around him as I began to remove his shirt.

I knew he wanted me. He was just too polite to say so.

I needed to get out of my misery, and this was all I could think of right now .

I moved to his front, looking into his eyes, as I unhooked the belt of his trouser, careful not to pull it off completely.

I placed my lips on his, and gently kissed him. I began to feel the rush, so I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

I smiled as I looked at him.

He drew me into his arms, and forcefully kissed me. This time, he ran his fingers over my body.

"I shouldn't be doing this,I'm a married woman" I thought.

I couldn't stop now. I was already deep into the kiss, and the rush was there.

He reached for my ass, gently massaging it as he gave my lips a messy kiss.

I started to reciprocate this act by working my hands under his pants; before the devil arrived.

We broke off immediately as Peter repeatedly honked outside the gate.

I sensed that Chris was scared.

He hurriedly wore his clothes and slid under the bed to get the key.

I stood there without moving an inch or saying anything. I watched him storm out of the room to get to the gate.

For the first time since I got married to Peter,I heard him raise his voice at Chris.

I hurriedly made the bed and wore a random night dress before getting into bed.

"What took you so long?" Peter asked Chris.

My heart was pounding. What was he going to say? I thought and prayed even that he'd not mention anything to Peter.

"I was attending to your wife," Chris said .

"What?" I thought.

"What did he say that for? Was he trying to put me in trouble?"

I waited to hear Peter's response as I held my heart in my hands.

"Come with me" Peter ordered, storming into the house.